I just sat for two hours and sewed the bottom hem of my new shirt whilst listening to an audio book.
I felt the practice of making my clothes come back to me. For a while now it has eluded me. I’ve felt bored or even frustrated by the idea of hand sewing.
But just now it felt like a luxury again.
A small gift that I can give myself as a way of refilling the well.
The thing that changed was I stopped worrying (once again) about the finished thing being perfect (it’s handmade - that’s the whole point!) and just enjoyed the process of sewing.
It’s nice to be back.